What is the wisdom in a single phrase?
Words on a page... Letters rearranged to create a key for your cage
And what are words anyway? In fact, they are simply squiggles and lines
They vainly try to represent the feelings and fine ribbons between yours and mine
Until we bind, and we're locked in the rhythms of our star signs... Or so we think
But fate is a misunderstanding, derived by those who have trouble landing on the runway of their habits
Most of them bad and the other ones fanned by the devotees of excuses and self-inflating baggage
But still I try and try and try to find the wisdom in a few lines
But only a few, and only those written by the true sages of the past and present day
Just meditate on the sound of the phrases, find the meaning in the oscillations
We're all energized waves, vibrating charades, on this scintillating earth stage
Audible words converge, merge, and lose understanding with a power surge
True comprehension is unheard. Silence is a high flying bird, omnipresent and sure
It's the only one with a literal visual of the metaphysical
Not mystical, but scientifically proven to each one his own
Tried and tested in the laboratory of perception alone
To keep striving is the mission of us all. Again and again, different temples, different homes
Until we truly cognize that we are more than just skin and bone
We are more than just sketches, more than this experience we see
What we really are is more than we can believe
You can't intellectualize: you have to experience it first hand, even if it take a million years to understand
The separation is excruciating
If you want to make it, you must tap into the latent power in all creation
Before long, you'll find that never before had you been wakened
Let it be, let yourself be free, conquer consciousness, be still, just BE
And finally you'll be permitted to leave
Tear up the ego's treaty and leave it behind with all your other attachments and insecurities
It's not a complicated feat, but it's the greatest nonetheless. Everyone's got their own shit to deal with
Forget all your excuses, all your "I wishes"
Forget your dream inhibitions and go live them
We're all actors, though we don't know it. Inhabiting this play with its many complications
Inevitable, yet incredible, so much so that we get sucked into it
Desires, burning fires, drawing us back again and again into delusion
But the fusion is the base of our confusion
The fusion between this illusion and reality that is the root of Being human
Remember what the truth is and work tirelessly to move it from speculation to concrete evidence
Stillness is the prescription for all illness, with clarity as the only side effect
Sit quietly and listen to the nothing that is everything and the everything that is One Thing
Identify, and slip into the state of effortless breathlessness
In the world but not of it
Awake
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What is the wisdom in a single phrase?
Words on a page... Letters rearranged to create a key for your cage
And what are words anyway? In fact, they are simply squiggles and lines
They vainly try to represent the feelings and fine ribbons between yours and mine
Until we bind, and we're locked in the rhythms of our star signs... Or so we think
But fate is a misunderstanding, derived by those who have trouble landing on the runway of their habits
Most of them bad and the other ones fanned by the devotees of excuses and self-inflating baggage
But still I try and try and try to find the wisdom in a few lines
But only a few, and only those written by the true sages of the past and present day
Just meditate on the sound of the phrases, find the meaning in the oscillations
We're all energized waves, vibrating charades, on this scintillating earth stage
Audible words converge, merge, and lose understanding with a power surge
True comprehension is unheard. Silence is a high flying bird, omnipresent and sure
It's the only one with a literal visual of the metaphysical
Not mystical, but scientifically proven to each one his own
Tried and tested in the laboratory of perception alone
To keep striving is the mission of us all. Again and again, different temples, different homes
Until we truly cognize that we are more than just skin and bone
We are more than just sketches, more than this experience we see
What we really are is more than we can believe
You can't intellectualize: you have to experience it first hand, even if it take a million years to understand
The separation is excruciating
If you want to make it, you must tap into the latent power in all creation
Before long, you'll find that never before had you been wakened
Let it be, let yourself be free, conquer consciousness, be still, just BE
And finally you'll be permitted to leave
Tear up the ego's treaty and leave it behind with all your other attachments and insecurities
It's not a complicated feat, but it's the greatest nonetheless. Everyone's got their own shit to deal with
Forget all your excuses, all your "I wishes"
Forget your dream inhibitions and go live them
We're all actors, though we don't know it. Inhabiting this play with its many complications
Inevitable, yet incredible, so much so that we get sucked into it
Desires, burning fires, drawing us back again and again into delusion
But the fusion is the base of our confusion
The fusion between this illusion and reality that is the root of Being human
Remember what the truth is and work tirelessly to move it from speculation to concrete evidence
Stillness is the prescription for all illness, with clarity as the only side effect
Sit quietly and listen to the nothing that is everything and the everything that is One Thing
Identify, and slip into the state of effortless breathlessness
In the world but not of it
Awake
Words on a page... Letters rearranged to create a key for your cage
And what are words anyway? In fact, they are simply squiggles and lines
They vainly try to represent the feelings and fine ribbons between yours and mine
Until we bind, and we're locked in the rhythms of our star signs... Or so we think
But fate is a misunderstanding, derived by those who have trouble landing on the runway of their habits
Most of them bad and the other ones fanned by the devotees of excuses and self-inflating baggage
But still I try and try and try to find the wisdom in a few lines
But only a few, and only those written by the true sages of the past and present day
Just meditate on the sound of the phrases, find the meaning in the oscillations
We're all energized waves, vibrating charades, on this scintillating earth stage
Audible words converge, merge, and lose understanding with a power surge
True comprehension is unheard. Silence is a high flying bird, omnipresent and sure
It's the only one with a literal visual of the metaphysical
Not mystical, but scientifically proven to each one his own
Tried and tested in the laboratory of perception alone
To keep striving is the mission of us all. Again and again, different temples, different homes
Until we truly cognize that we are more than just skin and bone
We are more than just sketches, more than this experience we see
What we really are is more than we can believe
You can't intellectualize: you have to experience it first hand, even if it take a million years to understand
The separation is excruciating
If you want to make it, you must tap into the latent power in all creation
Before long, you'll find that never before had you been wakened
Let it be, let yourself be free, conquer consciousness, be still, just BE
And finally you'll be permitted to leave
Tear up the ego's treaty and leave it behind with all your other attachments and insecurities
It's not a complicated feat, but it's the greatest nonetheless. Everyone's got their own shit to deal with
Forget all your excuses, all your "I wishes"
Forget your dream inhibitions and go live them
We're all actors, though we don't know it. Inhabiting this play with its many complications
Inevitable, yet incredible, so much so that we get sucked into it
Desires, burning fires, drawing us back again and again into delusion
But the fusion is the base of our confusion
The fusion between this illusion and reality that is the root of Being human
Remember what the truth is and work tirelessly to move it from speculation to concrete evidence
Stillness is the prescription for all illness, with clarity as the only side effect
Sit quietly and listen to the nothing that is everything and the everything that is One Thing
Identify, and slip into the state of effortless breathlessness
In the world but not of it
Awake
Writer: Orion Miller
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